On the boardwalk.
Midway through
the quality that responds to others
A certain gaiety
Solving unknown life
To be seen from no one
One strand of hair
blowing towards the years
Living through to die
Ready to start again
Clean, emptied
Gazing, getting better
Happy to feel less
will touch the cities in women
The rythmic refuge:
 swaying dresses;
sunlight; fruit; girls’ bodies,
stay on my lips
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